Ruela's flight... by Manina Zwgrr

Piled high, delicacies and baublesa birth right of righteousnessthe food of the gods for the godly.heart strings and purse strings too tightunable to sings, lungs filling with gasps drowning in silencemouths open for more.a wind of change carried on black wingsa murder of thievesto relieve the torture of ownershipto redeem dreams sold for nothingonly in emptiness can a heart know its song